New York | An Original Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Unfamiliar noises, the sounds of machines, and people talking in hushed voices are the first things my mind registers. Pain is a very close second. Everything hurts, especially my right shoulder, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight in an attempt to block it out. It doesn't work.

Opening my eyes, I can see machines all around and I appear to be hooked up to an I.V. What the...?

I lift my head up slightly, wincing from the pain, and look around the room in search of the voices. A man in a white coat and scrubs is talking to someone facing away from me, someone I recognize but who seems out of place here...

"Logan?" My fuzzy brain finally makes the connection and his name comes out, sounding scratchy and foreign. The single word sets off a throbbing in my lower lip and when I bring my hand up to touch it, I can feel lines running through it. Stitches?

They both turn their attention to me. "There she is." The doctor smiles reassuringly at me as he comes over - at least, I think he's trying for reassuring. It's not working.

He's saying something as he picks up my wrist, taking my pulse before doing a few more tests but I barely notice - my gaze is stuck on Logan, who looks concerned. What's he doing here? Hell, what am I doing here?

Dimly it registers that the doctor is speaking to me, asking me how I'm feeling. Reluctantly, I look away from Logan, but my mind is sluggish, and it takes a minute to form words. "My shoulder hurts a little," I manage. "What's going on? Where am I? A hospital, I know, but why?" I glance between the doctor and Logan, starting to freak out a little bit.

"You don't remember anything?" I shake my head. "You're at New York Presbyterian Hospital, Spencer. You were in a little accident, and your collar bone was broken. We've had to put you under to set it, so I want to keep you overnight, but I was just telling your" he glances down at his clipboard, "fiancé here, that everything looks good and you should be able to go home tomorrow morning."

"He's not my – ", I begin at the same time Logan says, "I'm not her fiancé - anymore."

The doctor looks incredibly uncomfortable. He mutters an apology and excuses himself, saying something about checking on my scans and leaves the room as fast as he can. Poor guy.

"You haven't updated your emergency contact," Logan says, answering my unasked question. "They called me when you were brought in."

"And you came all the way from Toronto? Why?" I don't mean it to be rude but can't believe he would do that.

He blushes a little. "Well. I mean, yeah. You were hurt. I did try to call Ashleigh and Danni, so someone could be here sooner, but –"

"They're both out of town." I finish the sentence for him. "You got on a plane and came here for me?" I can't understand it, especially after how things had gone down the last time we'd spoken.

"You were hurt," he repeats. "The girls aren't here, and I didn't want you to wake up in a hospital all alone and I knew you'd kill me for scaring your dad unless you actually were dying..." He looks defensive, and a little embarrassed. "You were hurt."

Instinctively I reach out to him, but the movement causes another wave of pain to crash over me. Fuck. Taking a few deep breaths, I wait for the pain to ebb before saying simply, "Thank you."

Logan nods. "I spoke with Ash. She'll be back day after tomorrow, so I'll stay and get you settled in until then." He waves off my attempts to say it's not necessary. "You're going to be pretty drugged up for the next few days, S. Don't be stubborn. I'm staying."